Dragonborn X Serana Novels & Stories

Author’s Note Dear Readers, This is not the end of Jayden and Serena’s journey, it is only the beginning of a new chapter. Part 1 closes here, but their story continues in ways you cannot yet imagine. Serena’s path is about to change. She will rise stronger than ever, carving out her own destiny and becoming the queen of her own kingdom. The woman you have known is resilient, fearless, and unyielding. She will grow even more powerful, facing challenges that will test her strength, intelligence, and heart.

“You knew… didn’t you? Not everything. But… something.” Lyra nodded. “I suspected. The way you held yourself, the way wolves reacted to you, your strength… It wasn’t normal. Not for someone unshifted, underfed, traumatized. You had an aura. A spark. Alpha-born wolves feel different.” Sera looked down at her hands—her hands, that moments ago had been silver paws. “A purpose,” she whispered. “I finally know what I am.” “Not what,” Lyra corrected gently. “Who.”

He arched off the altar, his small body writhing, his face twisted in agony. My fists clenched. My wolf paced inside restless and howling for me to it to stop, but I stood still, duty first. After a series of screams from James, the door burst open. "James," Sera’s voice cracked like thunder, filling the room. She stormed into the room, hair wild, eyes wide with terror. Her dress was half-torn, as if she'd run here blindly. She pushed against the guards who rushed to restrain her. “No,” she screamed at the realisation of what she had just seen.

Serena sighed as all the thinking was making her head hurt and she was also bored out of her mind but then she heard rattling coming from the other side of the door. Serena turned to see who was coming into the dungeon, two figures walked, a male which was Thorne and a female she couldn’t see her face because she was wearing a cloak but the aura around her is evil making this woman bad news. "Speak of the devil and he will appear, well isn’t it daddy dearest” Serena said in a mocking tone as she studied the woman in the cloak. “You finally decided to grace me with your presence, how thoughtful of you daddy” Serena scoffs at Thorne.

With a flap of my wings, I send flames at the Lycans when I turn my head again and see the dragon looking at me with confusion when I growl in my chest at his audacious. “Do it, Bedelia.” I scream at her when she dives again, our talons out as we snatch him up and fling him. I look as he shifts before he hits the ground. The black dragon with silver edging to his scales. I smirk at him. He is no match for me. We land and I caw loudly scrapping our golden talons on the ground. Head lowered as I see movement from the side of us. “Serana, stop. He isn’t the enemy. She is!” I hiss when I turn my big feathery black head, seeing the Lycan bitch running for her life. I’m torn between going after he

Her heart jolted, not only from fear but from the way his gaze locked onto hers—unyielding, as if she were the only anchor he had left in this unraveling world. “I was born for this,” she whispered, voice trembling but steady. “The dragons answer to him because he wears the firebrand crown. But the prophecy doesn’t belong to him, Kaelen. It belongs to us.” Before he could reply, another roar shook the heavens. A dragon dove, its scales molten, its wings blotting out the sun. Serenya threw herself aside as its talons scraped stone, pulling half the wall with it. Kaelen rolled beside her, shielding her with his body as debris rained down.

“You have nothing,” the dragonkin said quietly, her voice like velvet over broken glass. “No allies. No strength. You’re a mistake he’s too proud to undo.” Sera stepped forward again. Her hands were trembling. Her jaw clenched tight. She could feel it now—something inside her unfurling, coiling, demanding to be seen. “You don’t get to decide what survives,” she snapped. Her voice cracked—and smoke poured from her mouth. It wasn’t fire. Not yet. But it was close. A pale, silvery cloud that coiled between her lips like breath in frost, rising in slow tendrils that shimmered with heat. It danced like a living thing, glowing faintly at the edges, edged with gold.

She spent the next hour re-examining everything she knew about Draven Keep and the man who ran it. She had arrived here injured and powerless, without alliance or resources or any card to play except the information she was keeping close. She had been offered comfort and safety and asked nothing in return — at least nothing stated. The unstated asking was what she spent her time on. What was Lucien Draven doing with a banished, pregnant, Moonborn wolf in his east wing? The answer, she was increasingly convinced, was that he had been waiting for her. Not her specifically, perhaps — not Serena Vale of Thorn Pack, low-ranked daughter of a dead warrior. But whatever she represented. Whatever her

I say, turning her face to me. Whatever I was about to say, falls away as a tidal wave of lust blasts through me. I turn to see Cyryl getting up from her nap where she was laying curled up with Bynjym. She hisses at him, then leaps into the air. She’s barely off the ground when Bynjym roars his intent as he, Thyyd, Yttyc, and the other bronzes all leap into the air after her. Cyryl is rising to mate. **This story will continue in The Dragon Rider: Book Two of The Dragon Thief Trilogy.

Damon's expression darkened: "What are you doing?" I looked him in the eye. My voice wasn't loud, but every person in the hall heard it: "Damon, your childhood friend swapped our Bonding Tokens for a Hex Rune at my Mating Ceremony. You don't ask her why she did it, but you ask me what I'm doing?" Damon had nothing to say. I turned to Serena and smiled: "Serena, you say Damon and I have a Cursed Bloodline clash. Then go ahead — tell me exactly how we clash."